*twinge*

[dragonlady7]

headache. ngh. unpleasant end to a lovely evening. was hoping to do some writing but if headache doesn't stop i can't. i am a big wuss.
made fajitas for dinner. also, did all the dishes, cleaned the sink and countertop, and scrubbed down the stove. dave has some kind of pathological aversion to scrubbing down the stove top. it wasn't that bad, but i hate doing anything that involves getting my hands wet, except for some reason i love doing laundry. go figure.
my hands hate me but at least the ants in the kitchen will go hungry for a while. Look, it's shiny in there! It's like we're real adults living in a real house!
Muh.

i mapped out the attic. that could so totally be an awesome studio. all it needs is electrical outlets and insulation. i don't even care about sheet rock. but it's still just an idea.
(Oh, given the dimensions of the second storey, our house is thirty feet by thirty feet. That strikes me as small.)

dave was in a good mood this evening. a nice change. poor boy, working so hard. after dinner we watched Orgazmo, which i'd seen years ago and we'd had in our netflix queue indefinitely, and which was only just now released to dvd. Such a funny movie. "I'm not a super hero! I'm... a Latter-Day Saint."

Ow! stoppit, head! I thought a hot shower and some Juanita time would help me, but not so far. I guess I give up for the night.


edited to add Dave you little shit, you sat in my bed to watch the movie and drank the entirety of the jug of water i keep beside the bed for when I wake up thirsty. You rude little fuck. At least tell me so I can refill it.

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[(Anonymous)]

Relax. It was almost empty anyway.

- Z

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Because you drink from it every time you come into my room!